Yamai and I were still in the ventilation shaft, I was looking below in the room where Thompson and Houston were giving orders to the people above the ground. "Let's go further," Yamai said. I nodded and slowly crawled further, without letting the two men know about it. "Left or right?" I whispered. "Right," Yamai answered. I got to the right and we both crawled further. I suddenly noticed the shaft was turning upwards. I could now stand into the shaft. "It's going to the surface," I said. Yamai nodded.
"Let's move back," I said. "Hell no!" He refused. "Use your feet and hands and push yourself up. You can do it." I nodded and tried to push myself up, using my hand and feet to push myself in the middle of the shaft. It worked! I got up and I looked left and right. Both of then lead to outside. "I take the left you take the right," I said and climbed to the left. "Alright." I heard Yamai say. I crawled to the left and saw the end of it. I punched my elbow to the grid above my head. It made a bit of noise but I didn't care. I wanted to go away from here.
"Don't make that noise! They'll hear us down." Yamai said. I ignored it and punched my elbow to the grid above again. The grid was letting go of the metal shaft and I could climb outside. I looked at the forest around me and the blue sky above me. "I'm free..." I whispered to myself. "We must get the others!" Yamai said as he climbed outside too. I shook my head. "Let's get help first, we can't get out of that control room anyways," I said. Yamai nodded and we headed east.
Sudden gunshots made us back down again. We both heard them, they came from behind. "Shit," I said. "Run!" Yamai nodded and we both ran to the side of the forest. We ended up on a road. "Where are we?" Yamai asked. "I see some traffic signs there." Yamai pointed at one way of the road. We ran there without thinking and looked at it. We're 13 miles away from New York. I gulped. "Do we seriously need to walk?" Yamai asked. I nodded. "Let's go."
I sighed while we walked to New York. We walked for 20 minutes before a car appeared behind us. I smiled. "Maybe we could get a lift?" Yamai shook his head. "People are mad. We'll walk." I sighed but heard the car slow down behind us. We both turned towards the car. The black Mustang stood still right now and the door opened. "Tariq Cote and Yamai Canaïs." An unknown low voice sounded disappointed and a girl stepped out of the car and sighed. "What the fuck are you doing here?" She asked. She had bright turquoise eyes and some kind of weird sleek silver hair with tanned skin.
"Do you know her?" Yamai asked. "Nope," I answered. "Who are you?" I asked. "I was being called to get you guys. Haven't you noticed the cameras all around the Special Force Communication Centre? The Thompson and Houston you saw were projections and illusions by my colleague here. The system noticed you guys getting in. The agents said I needed to create a metal way for you guys to get outside to get you away there." I sighed. "I'm sorry." "Save your excuses for later," The woman said. "Get in the car."
Yamai and I both sat on the back, next to the driver's seat was another girl sitting. She had brown hair, brown eyes and looked very normal. "Unbelievable." The other girl mumbled. "They're trying to save your asses from getting to jail and you try to break every damn rule in the whole Special Force. You're lucky we are the good guys. Thompson could kill you for this." The silver-haired girl almost yelled to us while she drove the car. "I'm sorry but who are you?" I asked. "Call me Agent Silver, I work with the Elementric Assocation."
She sighed before resuming her explanation. "I control mental and iron, that's how I created the shaft for you to escape. My partner with a mind-controlling ability made you see other things outside. So nothing is like you saw or remember. Also, we're not in New York. The traffic sign you saw was one of my creations to make you guys come this way." I nodded. "That's actually pretty smart..."
"Of course it's smart. We're not idiots. We're trained to spy and to fight wars against criminal organisations." She said and sighed deeply. I noticed her bright turquoise eyes watching the road with literally no emotion. "Cote, right in front of your eyes are some sort of a bag, there are two black cloths in it. Put these on your eyes. I can't show you our location, and if you won't. I'll knock you out." She said.
I opened the drawer next to me and indeed saw some weird black bandage which you could put over your head. I gave Yamai one and I placed it on my head. I couldn't see shit, but I listened to her and trusted her words. "Good, you can't see shit." She suddenly said. I nodded. Only thing was a bit light where the windows were. We waited for almost ten minutes in the car without our sights.
The light I saw suddenly disappeared and we heard some electric sounds while Agent Silver turned off the engine. "Put it off and put it back where you grabbed it from." She said while I heard her open the car doors. I pulled the cloth over my head and looked around, blinking against the sudden light that turned on. I took Yamai's cloth too and placed them back into the drawer.
I sighed and got out of the car. We were on a round platform that was brought from above the surface to below. It was still going down and down. It was a huge round room with a round hallway around it. It was three floors high, well, three floors low. The last one was where the platform stopped. "It sure is super modern in here." Yamai softly said to me. I noticed he was standing next to me.
Both of the girls jumped off on the other side before the platform stopped. When it got down I suddenly looked in Thompson's eyes. He wore a black tight suit with different guns on his back and on his waist with weird black gloves. I gulped. "Cote and Canaïs." He said. His eyes were dark and disappointed like the devil itself.
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Special Force
Mystery / ThrillerWhen the four boys from the dancing group 4U end up being accused of murder, a whole new world opens wide. The boys are willing to do anything to stay away from jail, they all know that it would be: the end of their lives and their careers. But what...